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Postcards from the Proud Highway: The Dying Words of Hunter S. Thompson
http://www.playboy.com/arts-enterta...ter-s-thompson/
This is from about a year and a half ago, and is not really the "last words" of Hunter S. Thompson, but is perhaps what he intended as his "dying commentary" on several issues near and dear to his heart. Those of you who know me well, know the impact Thompsons' work has had on my life, and this is perhaps the most relevant material the man wrote during the majority of our lifetimes.
I encourage you guys to browse through here and have a good laugh, become more familiar with Thompson beyond Fear and Lothing in Las Vegas, and maybe find a sliver of insight into the world through a perspective so unique that no one will ever recreate it.
An excerpt:
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On Drugs...
Most drugs have been very good to me. I use drugs, and if I abuse them, well, show me where. What do you mean abuse them, you jackass? What's abuse? Like most anything else, it's about paying attention. It's simple. It's not some exotic school of thought I picked up somewhere; it's paying attention. Concentrating. It's something you have to do your whole life.
I watch it and make sure people can handle things. You have to be super aware of who is fucked-up, who is angry. Not at you necessarily, but who is dangerous. Who is not the same friendly guy you were talking to yesterday. See how different things affect different people. Then avoid them if you have to, or keep an eye on them. You can help people at some stage of their anger, but there's a point beyond which you can't do anything.
Steroid-based nasal spray can turn you into a monster.
The worst side of drug use is getting the drugs. Yeah, the police are my drug problem. You just can't travel with drugs anymore. That forces you to get your drugs from the local market when you go to a strange town. That affects the people you spend time with.
I've never made a nickel or dime off drugs. Never sold them. That's vital to the karma. Keeping a balance -- not getting greedy. I would also feel somehow responsible for my clients. And most full-time dealers I've known have spent time in prison. It's part of the bargain. You have to put some of that profit away -- probably half of it -- against the day when you have to make a big bail or pay a lawyer. The one thing the Hells Angels did religiously was pay their bail bondsman. Every month, every bill. He's the guy who would be right there when anybody got busted. Call him anytime day or night, anywhere. He'd always come get you.
I don't advocate drugs and whiskey and violence and rock and roll, but they've always been good to me. I've never advised people who can't handle drugs to take them, just as people who can't drive well should not drive 80 miles an hour on any road. That's a point. |
Cheers.
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Last edited by RJT on Dec-18-2006 at 15:21
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